Lucky Dorito

I realized something Sunday morning, in a moment of total clarity…. and I’ve sort of thought about it off and on ever since. So, your hearing it here first: I now know what it must be like to be a man! No, I didn’t suddenly start wishing I could sit around watching March Madness or feel the need to be working on my brackets like it was my lifeblood….. (No offense, honey.) Instead, it was something much more basic.
My young daughters have the reached the age where they need to know if their choice of clothing looks ok. They need approval. Oh how well I know that feeling! While getting ready, they come and ask, “Mom, which shoes do you like better?” or “Mom, do you like my hair up or down better with this outfit?” You know the drill. You’ve done it.

As we rushed around, preparing ourselves for Easter Sunday services, this was happening over and over. After a few times of being presented with a choice, I noticed my hubby watching as he ironed. (Yes - my man IRONS! Praise the Lord!) As I was looking at Beebo’s shoes, first the flats with the skirt and then the low-heeled sling backs with the skirt - as she turned this way and that, I realized my husband was grinning at me over the top of her head. I knew in an instant that he must be thinking “Yeah… ha ha… sucks to be the one being ASKED all the time doesn’t it? Now you know how I’ve felt all these years!”

We women are skilled at keeping our men on their toes, you know. It comes to us naturally - we don’t necessarily do it on purpose. We need their constant opinion for some crazy reason. And, when I ask him, “Does this look ok on me?” I WANT and EXPECT him to answer honestly but I really don’t want him to say “Well, if you like tootsie rolls in clothes, sure hon, looks great!” That’s just too honest.

It’s a tight-rope balancing act he has to perform each time because, although I don’t want to leave the house looking like I got dressed in the dark, I really don’t want him to be sooo honest that he says something that hurts my feelings. Poor guy, I guess I set him up to NOT WIN in that situation, time after time.

I told Beebo which shoes I thought looked best. She is just young enough that she followed my advice and did not wear the OTHER ones. (Which I admit is something I have done in the past!) I went back to getting ready, thinking about this. I can hardly remember a time when I haven’t asked him if my outfit or my hair or my whatever looked ok ….. which leads me to wonder - why in the world are the girls asking ME what looks best? I obviously can’t even dress myself! lol Next time I’ll have to tell them to ask their dad!

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